TO THE FARAWAY LAND.

The oracle has spoken!
Órunmíla told me to leave.
Óbátàlá has warned me
About the danger zone.
My father's land.

The fear of the future,
Coupled with the shackles of my past,
The worthlessness of my present,
The blur picture of my end,
All made Ifá speak.

Maami is crying,
Baami looks deafeted.
The home is troubled,
The rats has taken shelter,
But Arole has to leave.

The gods of the land has spoken,
Tradition has to be fulfilled.
Baami please pray for me,
Let your presence fight for me
Against the spirit of the dead.

Am off to the land of the unknown,
Àyànfé mì don't be wearied,
Ololufè mì be calm,
Olowo orì é would soon be back
From the faraway land.

I am Emmanuel
©2017.